Do You Hear That?
At 8am on the dot
It begins on any given day
What commences as front porch church
Sacred sunrays in trees
Choir of bird song
Leaves rustling atop hundred year old oaks
Chittering squirrels frolicking at their base
Decomposes into lawn care chaos
Whirling weed whackers
Growling lawn mower engines
And the worst culprit
The drone of the dreaded leaf blowers
Muddling my morning meditation
Tomorrow, I will start my service at six
Before the heathens are up
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Delightful commentary on morning’s attractions and distractions. We are entertained mornings and evenings by acrobatic swallows – what a pleasure!
Heathens indeed – the only things worse than the leaf blowers are the chain saws. 🙁
Lovely work in this poem – terrific verbs!
Indeed! Love this. (I just read an article on how animals, wild and domestic, are impacted by data center noise, etc.)